Rain One step to and behind I'll always be there Though like 'jon snow' I know nothing, But, how frail I could be The exact opposite of my mien, And how mild I sat yet fierce, While through storms Our memories will be less way Keeping I in check. Even in gloomy days, I'll seek to see through, And while passing different seasons, My shadows will be cast very next to you, This ain't a promise, but my token. ✨✨✨✨✨
Remember the time, The time when women can take a stroll at 2am alone, When men are no longer hunted, When youths live the life they wanted, Police brutality is now a legend, A myth which exist only in time, A time when my drip elevate my ego, And not land me in "kirikiri", Because I wear the patina of the evil, A time when I can gallantly flaunt my tattoos, And our guardians in black suits listen to the story behind every ink, And not scar our tender skin with broken bottles when scraping the memory, A time when our mothers receive the gratuity they worked their life for, A time when our fathers return home to the smile of their grand children, And not to body bags of their son, A time when clean water is not a luxury, A time when we are at war only in mobile games, A time when the fish can live happily ever after, With their greatest nemesis "plastic"' gone, A time where Somalia is a vacation destination, Afghanistan, A Disneyland, A time when rac lost its "ism" crown, A time when my melanin concentration doesn't announce my privilege, A time when happiness is a pandemic, And joy, A virus everyone had, But yeah, The time I've always been living, In my head, Rents free The cadence of a despaired mother's heartbeat, The creeping finger of sorrow, The reality
Sage of an old man Once lived it's prime Hosted, yet living his purpose Causing wreck and havoc. Once said of young man, Though breathing yet not living, Filled with potentials still not potent, Shackled to earth yet no help. But how fun fate could be, In it's desired direction, it turned Bringing the tidings of the young man, Keeping halt to wreck of the old man. Shackling him down to earth, now confined with no space. While the young live her prime again.
A shadow of the past, A lingering Melody of an ancient tune, A forgotten rune, A rusting iron
The image of the past, Was once here, Humming a tune to his beloved, Armed with a powerful spell, To bind the opposing energy
Dark tunnel filled with blood, Shattered skulls of fallen soldiers, The grim reaper enjoying a bountiful harvest, Crows feasting, The shriek of war.
Welcome the new empire, The new Dawn, The beginning of a new end, Sing the heroics feats, And spread the sound words, Of the rebellion, The great usurper, Champion of the people The reality strikes, It was all a story